Click ... click ... click

Will is still watching and waiting.

He wants to see that 66-degree first drop.

Remember the Snowy White Gravel Road? That's just about where he is standing...er, crouching.



Back by the station, no one breathes as the train clicks up the lifthill.

It's truly a sight to behold.



Up ... up ... up ...

The only riders are bags of corn. And they don't whoop and holler, so it's very quiet.

Scores of workers all over the park pause to watch.

(You can see The Voyage from all over the park, just about.)



Up ... and over!

The Voyage has officially been "thrown over the hill."

...and you'll be happy to know it came back again.

And again.

And again.

And our Will is one happy fellow.